If he said we were whores, we were. “Disgusting, dirty sluts.” Joe was moaning from the double penetration. Jack pushed Quinn off of him and stood...above her. “Suck.” He commanded her. “Little slut. You like being filled in so many holes, don’t you?”“I think she does.” Mr. Dryden answered from the bedroom doorway. “I picked up your mail.” He commented as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “She sucks dick better than any whore I know.” He added mildly and I almost stopped fucking. The wooden rail mostly stayed attached to posts through belligerence and little else. The horse she had seen from a distance hadn't moved and stood like a palace guard over the water trough which seconded as a breading ground for mosquitoes. The horse eyed her suspiciously, but made no effort to recognise her appearance in any other way.Alanna stepped over a low rail and entered the paddock. Even the flies seemed lazy as they circled the head of the still horse. It didn't seem to have the. Bruising and abrasions over her entire body from being smashed into a cliff face. Her Faysteel had been melted from several near misses, adding more burns to her back. We ended up having to cut the armor off her in sections. Yet, despite all this damage, she performed a tumbling jump and put her sword through the back of its neck, rupturing the flame tube. Once it was dead from blowing it's own head off, she destroyed its eyes, took all its claws and teeth for herself, and was limping back. I was having sex like I was the master of a whore house. I had the best of both worlds; good food and good sex.Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a roll at Clara's house just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less restrained sex with me if she expected to hold my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the things that Clara did sexually that pleased me and vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried.